Shh

The acidity of the coffee woke her up like a punch to the gut. Today was the day she was starting her new job. Cataloguing and maintaining a special collections library, this equaled less pay but no more dealing with the public. Perfect. The public library had left a scar than ran deep through her soul; she couldn’t handle all their emotions anymore. Especially with how the world was going, the downward spiral it had become with too many children in power.

 

Upon arrival at the new library she noticed the lights were shut off and it appeared as if no one was there, this was perfect. The first day and she didn’t even have to talk to her new coworkers. This job was definitely appealing to her need for quiet. One would assume working in a library would offer that but that is an old school mentality. Public libraries are community meeting areas with screaming children and adults. This library was more of a museum atmosphere. The sweet, musty smell of history lingering in your nostrils, the walls held long lost truths that the books confirmed. It was so perfect that she had to give a little jump and hurray as she entered, this was too perfect. That’s when the fear hit her like a tonne of books falling off a book truck. Nothing is ever perfect.

 

All the books for cataloguing were neatly arranged on the side of her new workstation. Old pages peaking out the sides, due to damaged binding from poor handling and age. She made a note to send them to bindery for repair after the cataloguing had been taken care of.

 

By late afternoon her coworkers still hadn’t arrived nor had her new boss Henk. He had interviewed her and was the one that made the convincing argument to leave the public sector and work privately. The money was initially a factor but Henk made a compelling argument about the material she would be handling and the lack of patrons. All items in this library were ancient, at least a thousand years old. Some books had never been properly dated. There was also rumor of some books being bound in flesh, like so many click bait articles friends have posted. Slight panic was setting in. Was she here too early? Did she show up on the wrong day? Checking her phone she realized it was Monday at one in the afternoon. Was this some sort of hazing to scare the new girl?

 

Breaking for lunch was a necessity, she had painstakingly catalogued 10 items since she arrived, her eyes needed the break and her stomach had agreed. Maybe by the time she returned her co-workers joke would be over.

 

She noticed when she got back that there was still no one at the library; however, new books had been added to the pile. Where they came from she never knew. Henk probably had meetings and quickly dropped these off. The little voice in the back of her head warning of danger had been somewhat silenced with the addition of new books. Until she came across the most ancient book she had ever seen. The words were not of this world, no written language she had ever encountered, nor anyone else on this planet. It looked similar to Cuneiform but also like some odd sort of hieroglyph from a civilization that never existed. The hairs on the back of her arm were standing at attention as she took her gloved hand and gently caressed the words. Unknown words and chants were ringing through her head, none of which were making sense. The scent of fire and savory foods entered her nostril, even though she just ate her stomach made noise. Voices that were mere whispers had turned into yelling that reverberated in the library. She slammed the book closed and caught her breath. Auditory hallucinations were one thing but visual hallucinations of being tied to a stake and set ablaze were another. Turning her back to the book had been her second mistake. Her first mistake was not being familiar with the name, Miskatonic.

 

No one would see her again unless they opened up the last page of the mysterious book she had been cataloguing to see her being set ablaze, her screams echoing in the pages.

 

 

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Parker

I can’t wait to get home and relax. Today was one of the longest days I’ve had to endure. On the plus side it finally stopped raining so I have that going for me. I just hope the wind stops before I make it back. I was just about knocked over last night when the storm hit. That was terrifying. I didn’t think I would ever see my friends and family again. Luckily I am one tough mother fucker. The temperature could stand to rise though it is far too cold for me right now. That should change soon enough.

I’m exhausted, I can’t wait to climb into bed and relax. There should be plenty of food ready for me when I get there too. It will be so relaxing to get home and unwind and hangout. The closer to the winter it gets the older I feel. I can feel it all over.

I wonder if the roommate is back. I’m still trying to figure out what she does all day. She is always gone for so long sometimes I wonder if she will even come back at all. That may or may not be a bad thing considering she has saved my ass a couple of times now. I just wish she didn’t have those damned fanged beasts. Those things are terrifying and they hate me more than anything else I have ever encountered. I don’t even know why she has them, they don’t do anything productiv, as far as I can tell. Silly, silly roommate.

Ah, home again, home again, jiggety-jig, I can’t remember how that ends.  Okay, everything is where I left it, that’s always a bonus. Excellent! There is plenty of food for me to munch on. Once I eat I think I’m just going to pass out for the night. I’m sure I’ll see my roomie in a bit. Oh and right on cue, I swear she is psychic.

Well, the night ended perfectly. I’m now well fed; roommate is doing well, and was happy to see me. Another plus side, those damned fanged beasts didn’t even notice me tonight. They probably didn’t even see me. I guess I wasn’t important enough for them. Now it’s time for bed.

Dammit! Restless leg syndrome is kicking my ass tonight. No sleep for me, at least not yet. Maybe going for a walk will help me out, couldn’t hurt. Huh, the light is still on. I bet the roomie can’t sleep either. Maybe she’ll come for a walk with me.

Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! No! A walk was a super bad idea. What the hell was I thinking going for a walk right now? She is coming outside with those damned beasts. Why isn’t she coming out too? Doesn’t she know this is going to end bad for me? Oh fuck, the smallest one is going to take me out. It’s all over, bitch has spotted me. Those teeth are insanely big and if the teeth don’t get me the claws will. The last thought going on in my head before the sweet kiss of death, I should have left her some money for rent; maybe I’d still be alive.

The state of things

Do this, do that.

Don’t forget to do it for yourself.

Don’t be selfish.

Ignore all those around you, keep your head down.

Do not attract attention. You wouldn’t want it anyways.

You are nothing and everything.

Post, post, post! Get your likes; get your attention.

Acknowledge the others praise.

Always say thank you.

Kiss ass.

Post more pictures. Post all the pictures. Except the ones that look like shit.

Ignore the real world around you, it’s too depressing anyways.

Spend all your money on useless crap. Keep the machines turning.

Feed the rich, starve the poor.

We’ve done this for years, why stop now?

Insert some bullshit line here.

More inspirational and confusing crap here, add cat photo.

Crap, crap, crap. BUY MORE CRAP!

Get experience. Travel everywhere. Get drunk everywhere.

Destroy the local culture.

Piss off the locals. They can’t do anything anyways.

Destroy the lives of those around you.

Destroy yourself.

Fuck you and everyone around you.

And repeat.

How we met

“Hey, how’s it going? You lost? You look lost.” Azzie inquired.

“I’m not lost, I’m fine, leave me alone.” She said, sass in her voice.

“It’s okay I’m not going to hurt you. Are you hungry or thirsty? My roommate would be happy to help you out if you’d like to stay a bit. My name is Azzie, what’s yours?”

“I don’t have one and I told you, I’m fine, I don’t need your help or your roommates help. I don’t need a handout.” She said.

“It’s okay little one, I don’t mean to offend. I just wanted to help out if you needed it.”

“I don’t need your help. I’m not into handouts.” She said.

“Ouch. No need to be rude.” He said.

“Sorry. It’s been a long and hot day and I’ve been out in the sun too long.” She answered.

“I can’t even imagine what it’s like on the street. Look, my roommate is going to know something is up if I don’t go in soon. So if you really don’t want the attention I suggest you scoot. She will help you whether you want it or not.” His warning made clear.

Azzie’s roommate calls out from a distant room. “Hey buddy, where are you? Foods ready.”

“I told you, I should get going.” Azzie’s stomach replied.

She asked, “What’s for dinner?”

“Beef, at least I think it’s beef, maybe it’s chicken, I don’t know. You sure you don’t want something to eat? You’re nothing but skin and bone.” His asked again.

“Sounds good but I should be okay. I’ve survived this long. Thanks though” She answered.

“You won’t survive your first winter though.” Azzie announced.

Winter? She pondered.

Azzie offered his insight. “It happens every year and the winters here are brutal. You won’t have a good time unless you find shelter.”

“Okay, thanks for the info, first winter here.” She said.

“I can tell.” I don’t know how many more winter’s I have left” Azzie whispered.

“What do you mean? Doesn’t winter happen every year?” She asked.

“Haha, yes.” Azzie responded.

“Bud where are you? You’re starting to worry me?” Panic in the roommate’s voice.

Azzie asked, “Can I be honest with you?” I don’t know how long I’m going to be around. I have a bum ticker and I won’t last very long. I love my roommate and I don’t want her to be alone. I know what her response will be but I wanted to ask you if you wanted to join our family”

“I’m more of a wanderer. I haven’t really had a home before and I’m not entirely sure I want one.” Honesty in her voice.

As the roommate approached both of them knew it was all over, the little one was now part of the family.

“Hello, and who are you?” The roommate asked.

 

 

Fear of the known

By the time she turned around, it was gone, like it always was. She was now convinced she was seeing things and that she was indeed very crazy. The feeling of being watched remained though. That eerie feeling of someone or something unwanted watching her, stalking her.

When morning finally came a gnawing feeling overcame her.  It was an itch that couldn’t be scratched, a feeling that remained with her the whole day. It was a day like many others, familiarity in spades. Nothing overly eventful happened, other than the random shenanigans that occurred at work and out in the open. The everyday monotony was driving her just as crazy as this feeling. Had she pissed off the wrong person, the wrong deity, in this life or a previous life? Every moment of the day was overshadowed by this feeling, something that couldn’t properly be named.

The night was different. Going to bed at the witching hour was commonplace for her. The night owl that she was couldn’t properly sleep any earlier; regardless of what time she had to be up in the morning. Tonight was going to change her perception of reality; she knew it but didn’t want to believe it.

The cats had started acting up earlier and not the normal chase an unknown entity around the house type cat business. There were hissings at the door and an unseen dread that the cats were picking up on, the same dread that followed her throughout the day.

Bedtime was no better but what thirty year old slept with the lights on, or believed in ghosts? Not her, and she wasn’t going to start believing in this nonsense now. Sleep was coming and it came fast. The reoccurring dream always took place in the future, in the same city, with the same people just different communities. Semi futuristic buildings and surroundings which lead one to believe this was about twenty years into the future, new yet bland, oppressive architecture. In the middle of the dream a tumultuous noise woke her. It was a mix of a piercing scream and grinding metal, the sound of an epically fatal car crash. Tripping past the cats and piles of clothing, narrowly escaping an embarrassing fall, she looked outside. The thought had occurred to her that she didn’t want to see what she was about to see. Nothing, absolutely fucking nothing was to be seen other than a light wind running through the trees.

Turning around to go back inside from the balcony is when she noticed both cats were now hissing with backs raised to whatever was in the apartment.  The apartment was pitch black, not even the soft light of electronics could be seen, vantablack. Blood and torn hair being the reward of persistence in coaxing the cats back inside. After locking the balcony door she tiptoed back inside, as if trying not to disturb an unknown occupant. Meanwhile her heart raced with the knowledge that something loud had startled her out of dreamland and the confirmation that nothing was waiting for her there. There was no hideous horrible car wreck, no mangled bodies, no blood, nothing but the noise.

Finding the sweet spot she tried to settle in and fall back asleep. Three things happened next. The first was the smell that suddenly and overwhelmingly entered the apartment. Second was the sound of the phantom car crash in high definition around her. Third was the tearing sound.

The next day was the same as the others, the monotony of it all and all that will ever be.

Challenge accepted

Hello everyone, pleased to meet you.

I have been given a challenge to write a story every day. Not just any old story, really, what kind of challenge would that be? This challenge is to write a one page story every day.

So as the title states, challenge accepted.

I hope you enjoy these daily writings. At this moment I am unsure how long I will be doing this challenge but I’m hoping to last at least thirty days. You know, like those shit thirty-day workout challenges that do more harm than good. Hopefully they yield better results for a creative.